An Emotion Salad: hold the dressing.

Let me share with you how my day started...

I woke up a little groggy at 5:45am after almost 6 hours of sleep. As I get older I realize that 6 hours just doesn't carry me as far as it once did. Case in point, here I sit, alone in the quiet of my apartment, ready for bed at 9:47pm. It is a fitting end to today and one I am completely satisfied with. My usual "Let's go to the gym!" sensation was absent this morning and had been replaced with the emphatic call of a warm blanket and soft pillow. Ordinarily a choice between sleep and gym is an easy one. My love of routine beckons a dependable call, and I inevitably choose the workout. Last time I had a distinct prompting to stay home and sleep a bit more, I ignored it which resulted in a feeling I can only compare with what I imagine being trampled by a flock of mall shoppers must feel like.

So I skipped the gym. Strike one.

Then, I stepped on the scale. Strike two. (I'm up 2 pounds from last week. Crap.)

Next, I put on a shirt that used to fit me, but somehow didn't any longer. Strike three.

Finally, I decided to forgo the green smoothie for a protein bar. Strike four.

I'm fairly sure I should have called in sick at this point and stayed in bed (or maybe headed straight to the gym). Rarely do people survive four strikes in a 30 minute period.

Nevertheless, I went to work.

And I was productive. Go figure. Despite the memory of my small shirt, the realization that my scale must be lying to me, and the understanding that gym neglect twice in one week is unforgivable, I had a great day. This is no excuse for any of the aforementioned pitfalls to go uncorrected, however. I completely understand that my next green smoothie will have to be painfully healthier than normal and that I will eventually have to dig that shirt out of the trash, but I've concluded that guilt does not have to overrun daily functions, as it normally does, when perfection is not acheived. Today happened. It is what it is. Tomorrow is a brand new Saturday.

I love Saturdays.